Xing answered very honestly.
“I knew it… ..”
Looking at Xing with a helpless look on his face, Sanyue suddenly felt normal again. Danheng was now like a teenager addicted to the internet. No matter how he thought about it, it was Xing who led him astray!
"... .... I always feel like you're thinking of something very offensive."
Danheng, who had just returned, looked at Sanyue who was full of daydreaming and complained expressionlessly.
"Ah... Ahahaha, Danheng, you're back! Do you want to sit here and take a break?"
"No need..."
"You said it!"
"... ..."
Winder nodded to Danheng and then stood up from his chair.
"Okay, let's go. We're still some distance from the survivor base, and we'd better get there before night falls."
Speaking of the night at the scrap mountain, Winder paused deliberately, feeling the curious gazes of March and Xing, and curled his lips in satisfaction.
"After all, the night in the waste mountain... is a truly cruel place..."
Under the cover of night, many things that should not happen are happening in the waste mountain.
The prosthetics merchants in the scrap mountain are smiling businessmen who make money during the day, but they become cold-blooded killers at night. You will never know that your prosthetics were just taken from that person's body.
In Punklod, although medical technology is highly developed and a person can stay alive in many ways, there are still many drawbacks.
The maintenance cost of the expensive prosthetic is far less than replacing it with a new one! And the price is cheap! The price is just an incomplete body in the garbage dump... ... Oh! If the person is very good, then there may not even be a body left... ...
In the waste mountain, never offend the merchants here, you never know how much power is behind him...
... ... .
Survivor base.
Today the base welcomed a heavyweight guest, a businessman with a high reputation in the Scrap Mountain came here and provided a large amount of supplies and tools to the people in the survivor base, the premise is... ...you have money, or something valuable.
"My lord, this is the list for this time. Please take a look."
An old man was hunched over, his old bionic vocal cords were so worn out that the sound he made was as harsh as a broken fan.
"Oh, my dear mayor, we have been friends for many years. There is no need for you and me to be so reserved."
The masked businessman took off his gloves, patted the old mayor on the shoulder, and smiled at him.
"I still remember that when I first met you, you were not even as tall as my waist. Eighty years have passed in a flash... Time is really a ruthless thing."
The masked businessman said with emotion.
"Hahaha, you are joking, sir. After so many years, you are still as young as ever."
Looking at the businessman in front of him who looked the same as he did eighty years ago, the old mayor's eyes were full of envy.
"You know, this isn't something we should be praised for, but..."
Adjusting the top hat above the mask, the masked businessman gently turned around and looked at the "Unknown Guests" who were slowly walking into the survivors' camp in the distance.
"You seem to have some important guests."
The masked merchant lowered the brim of his hat slightly to cover the holes in his mask, and spoke in a slightly low voice.
Chapter 55: The Masked Fool
"Is this the so-called survivor camp? It looks pretty good... It's much better than the temporary mining area in Beloberg."
March stood on tiptoe and looked around.
In the waste mountain, this group of "survivors" opened up a piece of land in the "garbage dump" where they could see the land, and used local materials to build many small houses of different sizes but unified style.
Referred to as "garbage houses"... These houses of different sizes are all built with metal garbage that seems "relatively safe" in the scrap mountain. Maybe there are some people who understand construction among these survivors. Among these "garbage houses", there are also some two-story and three-story buildings built purely of garbage. In March, I even saw a three-story hotel called "Survivor" standing among a pile of garbage houses... I just don't know if the furniture inside... is also garbage
The people here can’t be said to be pale and thin, but they are definitely not complete. After all, in this wasteland, the only people with healthy limbs, except for those hackers and fate walkers, are the “meat” kept in captivity by some people...
In the scrap mountain, the number of prosthetics is not everything, but not having prosthetics is absolutely necessary.
Even the worst prosthesis can cause the opponent to get tetanus and die!
So, here, you can see people of all kinds wearing all kinds of prosthetics, gathering in the square at the gate of the survivor base, as if they are welcoming someone.
However, looking at the differences among these residents and the greedy looks in some of them's eyes, it was obvious that the people they were welcoming were not them.
"Everyone, we're here. This is the survivor camp. I... I'll leave first!"
As soon as the hacker walked into the survivors' camp, he breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to everyone and looked at Winder with fear. Seeing that he was just standing there smiling without answering, he ran away like a flash, and ran into the group of junk houses like a frightened big black rat, and disappeared in an instant.
"Um, is it really okay to just let him go like this?"
Xing tugged at Winder's arm and looked in the direction where the man had just slipped away. An intriguing light flashed in his golden eyes.
"Don't be so irritable. If it weren't for him, we might still be unaware of the Scrap Mountain. This can be regarded as making up for the sins he committed because of his arrogance and conceit."
After touching Xing's smooth gray hair and straightening the hair at her temples, Winder smiled and said to Xing.
"All right… "
Unconsciously rubbing Winder's broad and warm palm, Xing nodded obediently. Since Winder had spoken, let the person who had been taught a lesson leave... She also wanted to force him to tell her where the treasure chest was nearby...
"Look, these residents are all gathered over there. It looks very lively."
March pointed to the busy square in front and turned to say to everyone.
"Are we so lucky? Can we catch some kind of festival going on in this place when we come here?"
Stroking his chin, March looked slightly thoughtful.
"That shouldn't be the case, right? If it was a festival, that person would have told us. Judging from his appearance, he would not hide anything from Wend at least."
Ji Zi shook her head slightly.
"It seems like someone is coming."
Dan Heng on the side stared at the crowd gathered nearby, his eyes passed through the layers of people and finally fell on a masked man.
"Hmm... the man with the mask..."
Dan Heng frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something bad.
"What? A person wearing a mask... and being greeted by so many people... Could he be the scrap dealer that person mentioned?"
Thinking back to the various stories about the scrap mountain that the hacker told them on the road, March's thoughts came to this point with unusually clear minds.
"That should be it, but... with the mask..."
Ji Zi looked at Dan Heng, who had a serious expression on his face. In this universe, when one mentions masks, one has to mention a star god with a bad taste... and his group of believers known as the "Masked Fools".
If the appearance of a Masked Fool in Punklord is understandable under normal circumstances, then his appearance in this special period needs to be carefully considered.
"Let's go and take a look."
Ji Zi smoothed a strand of unruly hair by her ear, and then led everyone towards where the crowd gathered.
The people at the survivor base were very surprised to see the pioneer team. After all, there were no obvious signs of prosthetics on their bodies, and they were clean. The clothes they wore were obviously not the rags they wore... The most crucial point was that judging from their temperament, these people were obviously not the kind of people who could appear in the Waste Mountain!
The eyes of some people who were secretly doing abnormal business lit up when they saw the group of handsome men and beautiful women of the pioneer team, but then they gave up their little plans under the might of the man-high lance in Xing's hand and the Jiyun in Dan Heng's hand.
However, it is obvious that there are still many people whose brains have become less functional after wearing too many prosthetics.
Before they could get close to the merchant who was suspected to be the Masked Fool, a group of people with unfriendly faces and armed with prosthetic bodies or weapons surrounded them.
"Yo, yo, yo? What's going on? How come the big and glamorous people in the city are starting to come to our little place? Did the [Big Explosion] blow up your house? You have nowhere else to go, so you come to steal our space?"
The leader, who looked like a gangster, was holding a metal stick. His exposed metal arm was covered with stains of motor oil, and his exposed metal skull was covered with a handful of yellowed weeds, as if he was trying to recreate a hairstyle called "Mohawk".
"Alas... I can always meet such blind people wherever I go, right?"
March looked at the increasing number of people gathering around him, sighed softly, then took out his longbow and prepared for battle.
"You'll get used to it, but I don't know what their weaknesses are."
Xing, carrying a lance, stared at the top of the man's head thoughtfully.
"Everyone, I think there may be some misunderstandings between you. For my sake, please don't do this, okay?"
A very low voice suddenly came from behind the gangster.
"Give you a favor? Who the hell are you..."
When the thug heard this, his face instantly turned ugly. He turned around arrogantly and was about to curse at the man, but then he saw a strange mask staring at him. Behind the mask seemed to be a dark abyss, and no light could be seen...
"Sir... Sir... I... I..."
The thug who was originally arrogant and domineering suddenly became cowardly, shaking his hands at the masked merchant. The weapon in his hand was thrown aside the moment he saw him. Even though it hit the foot of one of his brothers, the brother did not dare to cry out in pain, but just looked at the breathtaking darkness behind the mask with horror...
"We will retreat now! You are so magnanimous! We really didn't know you knew these people!"
The gangster shouted in panic and then ran away like the wind.
Seeing this, his gang of brothers dropped their weapons, rushed out from the crowd of onlookers, and ran away desperately.
Staring at the group of people fleeing, the masked merchant shook his head slightly, then turned his gaze to the [Unknown Guests], and then saluted with a standard gentleman's salute to Ji Zi, who was in the lead.
"Ms. Jizi, I have long heard of your great name. It is my fault that you have been treated so coldly upon coming to my territory..."
The mask was looking at Ji Zi with a smile, but it seemed as if it was not a smile.
Chapter 56: Truck driver from another world!
"I'm sorry that the heroes who came from afar to save Punklod were frightened again. This is really our fault... Please don't be angry."
"… "
Ji Zi frowned and stared at the Masked Fool in front of her, as if she wanted to see through his empty mask and see what was in his eyes, but apart from a chaotic darkness, she did not see anything behind the mask...
"Please rest assured, ma'am. I have long admired the name of the Star Train, and my respect for you is from the bottom of my heart. Please allow me to do my best to be a good host."
The masked merchant took off his black gloves, stretched out his pale hands towards the survivors' inn not far away, and made a sincere invitation to the train crew.
The people in the survivors' camp nearby looked at this scene in amazement.
The businessman they regarded as a savior actually kowtowed to these people in front of them! Who are they
This was indeed not the place to talk. Seeing the residents of the base gathered around them and kept whispering, Ji Zi simply agreed to the request of the mask merchant in front of her.
Seeing Ji Zi nod slightly in front of him, the masked merchant also showed a very happy look and hurriedly led the way.
Seeing the big money sponsor of the survivor camp walking in front, the residents of the survivor base hurriedly made way for fear of upsetting the sponsor and causing themselves discomfort.
When the old mayor saw that there were still people watching the fun nearby, he quickly dismissed them and looked in the direction of the mask merchant with a little worry.
"Alas... I don't know whether this is a blessing or a curse!"
The old mayor shook his head with a sad look on his face.
The survivor hotel that looks shabby from the outside actually hides a secret. Although it looks like a hotel built with metal garbage from the outside, it may be in order to fit in with the nearby buildings, and the inside looks no different from an ordinary hotel.
There was only one front desk receptionist in the huge living room. When he saw the masked merchant, he bowed to him respectfully and called him "Sir".
If you think about it carefully, it is true that they were able to build a hotel in such a difficult survivor base. If it weren’t for someone like him, the hotel would probably have been smashed up the next day, right
“I have heard of you all for a long time. Before the Punklod crisis broke out, I heard that a team of [Unknown Guests] helped resolve the Immortal Boat crisis and gained the friendship of the Immortal Boat Alliance.
I have great respect for you for being able to save a planet that has nothing to do with you without any self-interest in this cold universe."
Sitting on the sofa to receive guests, the masked merchant stroked his palms gently, as if applauding their experience.
"No need to be polite. Mr. Masked Fool, why are you waiting for us here with such fanfare?"
Ji Zi crossed her arms, and her usually gentle eyes and brows now looked extremely cold.
"Oh? Since Miss Jizi has recognized my identity, there is no need for me to introduce myself."
Faced with Ji Zi's straightforward words, the masked merchant was not surprised at all. Rather, it seemed more like... it was more like something he had expected.
"So there really is no way someone would not recognize you? The masks you are wearing are almost the same style..."
March complained silently on the side.